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ggot curt - stand or go lyrics

[intro]
(where the blood?)
(yessir)
n+gga, no—i can’t have it
ehn, eh, eh
let me talk to ‘em
yeah, n+gga, bit’
yeah, ggot—ay, what the f+ck that mean? (this that 3+1+8 louisiana sh+t)
let me talk ‘bout what they seen, n+gga

[chorus]
baby, is you gon’ stand?
or is you gon’ go?
ay mane, don’t leave me hangin’
baby girl, i wanna know (i wanna know)
i need a b+tch that’s just gon’ hold me down
i’m done wit’ all these ho’s (all them ho’s)
she on that snaky sneaky sh+t
b+tch, i can’t do this sh+t no more
she claimin’ that she ain’t a ho’
the b+tch, she thinkin’ i don’t know
ay b+tch, i be the f+ckin’ realest, certified
and that’s fasho (that’s fasho, b+tch)
mane, you can’t play me like no b+tch
and d+mn sure i ain’t no ho’ (i ain’t no ho’, b+tch)
mane, you gon’ motherf+ckin’ stand? (stand, b+tch)
or you gon’ motherf+ckin’ go?
and that’s fasho, b+tch (yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
i met that b+tch the other day, and now she knockin’ at my door
she talkin’ ‘bout i was keepin’ d+ck from her
and now she want some more (she want some more)
mane, i’m regrettin’ all that sh+t i did
like slidin’ her my lo’
mane, now she doin’ that petty sh+t
like makin’ subliminal posts
but that’s a’ight though
yeah, ‘cause i get tired of all that naggin’ (all that naggin’)
mane, that ho’ be talkin’ all that f+ckin’ sh+t
b+tch, i can’t have it
i let that b+tch up in my house, and mane, she stole my f+ckin’ jacket
i put my b+lls up in that ho’ just like a f+ckin’ tennis racket
ay mane, she crazy wit’ some madness (madness)
mane, that sh+t be like some magic (magic)
i was blowin’ that za up wit’ that ho’, mane—we was f+ckin’ matchin’
i shoot that b+tch up wit’ my d+ck, you know i’m f+ckin’ pistol+packin’
that b+tch, she tried to slide my lo’ up to them n+ggas—i ain’t lackin’
i love a b+tch wit’ some glasses
she can’t see a n+gga dashin’
mane, i’ll have that lil’ b+tch screamin’, hittin’ high notes like she dashie
i’ll have that p+ssy squirtin’ and fartin’
now that lil’ b+tch gassy (uhn)
n+gga, you don’t want no static, yeah
bust that b+tch up in my attic, yeah
[chorus]
baby, is you gon’ stand?
or is you gon’ go? (is you gon’ go?)
ay mane, don’t leave me hangin’
baby girl, i wanna know (i wanna know)
i need a b+tch that’s just gon’ hold me down
i’m done wit’ all these ho’s (all them ho’s, n+gga yeah)
she on that snaky sneaky sh+t
b+tch, i can’t do this sh+t no more
she claimin’ that she ain’t a ho’
the b+tch, she thinkin’ i don’t know
ay b+tch, i be the f+ckin’ realest, certified
and that’s fasho (that’s fasho, n+gga)
mane, you can’t play me like no b+tch
and d+mn sure i ain’t no ho’ (i ain’t no ho’, b+tch)
mane, you gon’ motherf+ckin’ stand?
or you gon’ motherf+ckin’ go?
and that’s fasho, b+tch

[verse 2]
mane, i be all up in that p+ssy—you know i’m f+ckin’ dancin’ (f+ckin’ dancin’, n+gga)
i can’t catch no f+ckin’ feelings
lil’ b+tch, i can’t f+ckin’ chance it
i be on some gangster sh+t
i think that ho’ can’t f+ckin’ stand me
wanna bite the hand that fed her
let that lil’ ho’ meet my family (my family, n+gga)
all that ho’ was ‘bout is f+ckin’ (f+ckin’)
mane, she know she f+ckin’ lucky
she threw that ass back on my d+ck
i’m talkin’ ‘bout b+tch was hittin’ that dougie
i told her move that f+ckin’ hand
she pushin’ back just like a buggee
had to cut that lil’ ho’ off
she talkin’ ‘bout she don’t do no suckin’
mane, that b+tch was f+ckin’ crazy—i was really tryna’ duck it
i think my player had got lazy—i was really talkin’ ‘bout “f+ck it”
i can’t f+ck wit’ all these ho’s
‘cause all they wanna do is f+ck me
that be other n+ggas’ dream
but i just want a b+tch to hug me
ay, just don’t treat me like no puppet
[chorus]
baby, is you gon’ stand?
or is you gon’ go?
ay mane, don’t leave me hangin’
baby girl, i wanna know (i wanna know)
i need a b+tch that’s just gon’ hold me down
i’m done wit’ all these ho’s (all them ho’s, n+gga)
she on that snaky sneaky sh+t
b+tch, i can’t do this sh+t no more
she claimin’ that she ain’t a ho’
the b+tch, she thinkin’ i don’t know
ay b+tch, i be the f+ckin’ realest, certified
and that’s fasho (that’s fasho)
mane, you can’t play me like no b+tch
and d+mn sure i ain’t no ho’ (i ain’t no ho’, b+tch)
mane, you gon’ motherf+ckin’ stand?
or you gon’ motherf+ckin’ go?
and that’s fasho, b+tch

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